Living life by the drink
Not stopping to think
Alcohol in control
Somewhere losing his soul
Memories to drown?
His motives confound
An unknown pain?
Slowly going insane?
Tired bloodshot eyes
As his body slowly dies
Poison coursing through his veins
His life it slowly drains
Inebriated most of the time
Seeing life through his clouded mind
Too late to save?
Awaiting his impending grave
Or will there be?
A different path, his future will see
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